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About Leeds

So, picture this – you’re out there, lookin’. Streets hummin’, lights flickerin’ – “The forest whispers secrets” – and I’m like, whoa, this ain’t just a transaction. It’s a freakin’ dance, man. You’re mad ‘cause society’s all judgy, but happy ‘cause it’s real – no fake bullshit. I’m typin’ fast, hands shakin’ – typos comin’ – ‘cause this shit’s intense. One more thing… the thrill? It’s nuts. Heart poundin’, palms sweaty – you’re alive, dude!

COMING SOON

This is one of a pair of stories. Bill Lofthouse and Wilfred Wieners belong to a fast-dwindling group of people who can remember the Second World War.

After that, I decide to grab a cuppa at the café on Station Lane. It’s cozy, and the barista knows my order. I’m all set for a chill moment. But then, this old bloke starts chatting me up about the weather. I mean, come on! It’s Lofthouse, not a bloody meteorology convention! I nod and smile, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’ve got science to do!”

Andrew Lofthouse takes a deep dive into fine wine investing